Anna Akhmatova

• Fisherman, by Seraphina Powell
  Your sleeves are rolled up to the elbows; / your eyes are bluer than ice; / the strong, the overwhelming smell of tar / from your fishnets becomes ...
• The fisherman, by Andrey Kneller
  Bare arms, and eyes intent, / Ice-blue, they pull you in, / And like a tan, the pungent scent / Of tar befits your skin. Your collar’s opened w...